The next day, Mo Hua went to the Dao Court Office to make a report.
He found Situ Fang and told her about the gray-robed cultivator hiring murderers, hiding in the Brothel, and causing the deaths of female cultivators there.
Situ Fang stared blankly at Mo Hua. "How did you know so much?"
The Dao Court Office had not uncovered anything yet.
Mo Hua said, "I went to the Brothel and accidentally, unintentionally, by sheer coincidence, overheard it..."
Situ Fang's eyes widened.
"You went to the Brothel?!"
"I only listened to some music and watched some dancing. Once it got late, I went home..." Mo Hua said, feeling a little guilty.
Situ Fang looked stern. "You are not allowed to go again!"
If you walked by the river often enough, your shoes would eventually get wet. Situ Fang was afraid Mo Hua would go astray.
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry. I only went because I had business there. Who would go to a Brothel for no reason? I'm very busy."
He had to cultivate, learn Array Techniques, cook for his master, Senior Martial Brother, and Senior Martial Sister, roast Pine Nuts for Old Kui, and, oh right, feed grass to Little White.
He truly was very busy.
Situ Fang sighed. "Fine. As long as you know your limits."
Mo Hua asked again, "Have you figured out how to catch that gray-robed cultivator?"
Situ Fang frowned. "The Dao Court Office will find a way to handle this. You should not..."
"Is the Dao Court Office really reliable?"
There was a meaningful look in Mo Hua's eyes.
Situ Fang froze. After thinking it over carefully, she was not entirely certain.
The gray-robed cultivator had hired killers and trafficked corpses for decades. What was his identity? What background did he have? Was